Page 25 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I stared at Sabrina’s perfect glistening body as she lay in the sun with nothing but her bikini on. I hated to have to cut this view short.“Where are we going?” she asked in an argumentative tone when I told her to go to her room and put on some clothes. She stood blocking the path into the house. Her hair was a little damp from being in the water, and her skin had a luscious tanned glow. I was standing so close to her now that I could see every freckle. I wanted my mouth on her body. My need to touch her was mounting.
Maybe if we got on my bike and she sat with me like before, with her arms wrapped around me, her body pressing into me, then I would have my fill of her for the day.
“Fifth Gear,” I replied offhandedly. I didn’t want her to know the real reason why I was taking her there.
Sabrina’s eyes seemed to light up a little.
“Oh! For food?”
“For some time. I need to sort something out. Go. Change!”
She bit down on her plump lower lip and then rushed into the house. She was like a kid who’d been told she was being taken to the toy store.
I waited outside her room; she wasn’t long. Within fifteen minutes, she was back out, in an outfit I hadn’t seen her in yet.
In fact, I had never seen her in jeans before. But here she was, wearing the most delicious-looking pair of jeans I had ever seen hugging a body. It was high-waisted and curved perfectly around her hips and butt. She was wearing a yellow, silky crop top that she had knotted high up on her torso. I could see the flatness of her belly, the milky creaminess of her skin.
I could see she was making an effort to better fit in at Fifth Gear. She was adorable.
Sabrina looked at me and without actually saying the words, I knew she was asking how she looked. All I could do was stare at her, check out every inch of her body in admiration. I wanted her to see it in my eyes—what I really thought about the way she looked. How beautiful she was.
I didn’t want to take my eyes off her.
“I’m ready,” she said and hurried down the hallway. I followed close behind till we were outside. Then I helped her up on my bike and she wrapped her arms around me and…heaven! This was exactly where we were meant to be. On my bike, there were no excuses. There was nowhere else to go. Nothing else to touch but each other.
I took a longer route to Fifth Gear because I wanted us to keep touching. When we finally got there and I helped her off my bike, I could see how excited she was.
I couldn’t believe it…was it possible that Sabrina actually wanted to be here?Sophie was at the bar when we walked into Fifth Gear together. I saw the swift once-over she gave Sabrina. She was just as surprised to see her in jeans as I was, but she smiled and I saw a nervous smile break out on Sabrina’s face too.
“You’re back! Didn’t think we’d see you again!” Sophie declared. Mary-Beth, Mercy and Allegra were here too and I was glad that Sabrina would have some company. Usually, when the men went on a mission like this, the women tried to stay together at the clubhouse in case there were any retaliations or emergencies.
“Sabrina is going to chill here with you guys for a while,” I told them and she looked up at me.
“Are you going somewhere?” she asked. This was the first real question she had asked me in the last two days.
“You don’t have to worry. You will be fine here.”
“Y…yes, I know.”
“The girls will keep you company.”
“But where are you going?” She turned to me, and she looked worried.
“I have some stuff to do.”
“You’re supposed to be here…with me. Watching me,” she argued.
I didn’t think she cared. I thought she wanted her independence. When we’d first met, she couldn’t wait to get rid of me.
“Come on over, we don’t bite,” Mary-Beth said, trying to be as kind toward her as possible. The others were smiling but Sabrina had her eyes trained on me.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“Are you angry because I’m not giving you your daddy’s money’s worth?”
Sabrina’s nostrils flared. She crossed her arms over her breasts. Her perfect breasts. I wanted to push her back on the table and take her right then.
The time apart would be good for us.
“No. Fuck that! This is not about my daddy’s money.”
“Then what is it about?”
She clamped her mouth shut as if she had no more words to say. I waited, I gave her a few more minutes to explain.
